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<h1 id="the-only-time-i-know-my-true-name-is-when-i-dream-of-the-ode-clade">The Only Time I Know My <em>True Name</em> Is When I Dream of the Ode clade</h1>
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<h2 id="description">Description</h2>
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<p>The Only Time I Know My True Name Is When I Dream (True Name for short) is a skunk, plain and simple. She stands at about five feet high and has the requisite black fur and aposematic white stripes: a single one starting just beyond her nosepad that runs the length of her snout up to her head, where it ends in a shock of white headfur, longer than the surrounding fur and brushed into something of a swoop to keep it out of her eyes. From the nape of her neck, it splits into two stripes that head down her back to her flanks, leaving her arms, pawpads, and those digger claws all black and the backs of her thighs ghosted with wispy white feathers of fur.</p>
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<p>That fur that covers her body is long and soft, settling somewhere between thick and silky. Thick enough, it seems, that she has chosen a loose-fitting blouse and slacks - white and gray, respectively - to keep from tamping it down too much. Her tail bears the longest fur of all, sticking nearly straight out, bristle-like yet still as soft as can be.</p>
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<p>As befitting her species, her face is more of an fronted by a soft, black nosepad and a whole passel of whiskers. Dark eyes shine amidst black features, and cookie-shaped ears struggle to poke out from the fur atop her head. There is a slight roundness to the cheeks, the chest, the hips, the belly - enough to suggest an affection for the finer foods in life.</p>
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<h2 id="snippets-from-the-book">Snippets from the book</h2>
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<p>And, in the center of the room, stood a smiling skunk. She looked friendly without being ebullient, professional without being prim, confident without being smug. Her shoulders were straight, expression welcoming, and her bearing…willing? Was that the right word? She looked as though the only possible thought that she had was to help solve every one of Codrin’s problems, and ey saw emself fall for it immediately, as though watching from above.</p>
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<p>The two skunks shook paws, and then Praiseworthy drew True name into a hug. It was surprising, but something about it felt both natural and performative, as though this was just a thing that one did when one had a role to play.</p>
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<p>“True Name,” Praiseworthy said. Her smile was warm and earnest, and she spoke with willing paws, palms up. “It is nice to see you again.”</p>
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<p>She laughed. “I suppose so. You have changed quite a bit in so short a time.”</p>
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<p>The other skunk bowed, laughing. “As have you, my dear! And that is why you have come here, is it not?”</p>
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<p>“I guess it is, yes. The more I work with Jonas, and the more I talk with the Council and phys-side — the more politicking that I do — the more I feel the ways in which my attitude and expressions are lacking.”</p>
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<p>Praiseworthy nodded. “Yes, you do still have some of the stiffness about you, and there are some sharp edges that could do with softening.”</p>
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<p>“Softening?”</p>
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<p>“Yes. It is mostly a matter of appearance and affect, though. You should not blunt your wit or intellect, just your words and features.”</p>
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<p>True Name frowned. “I am not sure what you mean by blunting or softening, though.”</p>
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<p>Praiseworthy took her gently by the elbow and started walking through the grass. They had decided to meet on a portion of Michelle’s dandelion-ridden sim, far away from their root instance, but in a place that was still familiar to both.</p>
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<p>“Take your walk, for instance. Even now, as we are just out for a stroll, you walk with purpose. Your shoulders move too much. Remember, if you keep them pointed straight ahead and shift the rolling motion to your hips, it will lead to others seeing more feminine aspects in you.”</p>
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<p>She tried to keep her shoulders still as they walked, immediately feeling a slight strain in her hips.</p>
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<p>Praiseworthy laughed. “You do not need to keep them level to the ground, just perpendicular to the direction you are walking in. But here, no need to practice too hard. Fork, holding in your mind a pelvis just a hair wider than your own, but keeping your hips the same width. It will mean slimming down a little.”</p>
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<p>“I can do that?”</p>
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<p>“Of course. Zeke dreamed some algorithmic magic behind the scenes, but you can dream yourself into most anything that can be consensually held in the mind.”</p>
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<p>True Name nodded warily, holding this new image of herself in her mind.</p>
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<p>“Excellent,” Praiseworthy said, moving to take this new fork by the elbow and nodding to the original instance of the skunk. “Now you quit. No need to incur a charge.”</p>
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<p>The first True Name nodded, then disappeared.</p>
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<p>“Michelle will be getting a pile of memories, if she wants, as I will have you fork a few more times yet.”</p>
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<p>True Name nodded, taking a few more steps and finding it far easier to walk casually and still keep her shoulders pointed forward. She nodded approvingly. “What other suggestions do you have?”</p>
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<p>“For your role, you will need to carefully balance cute, attractive, and competent. If you go too far towards cute, then it will be difficult for you to be taken seriously. The same if you go too far attractive because you will be a pretty face. If you go too far competent, you will be seen as dour and unpleasant.”</p>
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<p>Praiseworthy stopped her and turned her gently to look at her face.</p>
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<p>“Now, first, Your eyes will need to be just a hair larger, your ears slightly rounder, your cheeks fuller, and you will need fewer but longer whiskers. Can you hold those in your mind?”</p>
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<p>She closed her eyes, picturing what she knew of herself in her mind, and forked.</p>
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<p>“Goodness.”</p>
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<p>She opened her eyes again to look at the fork, immediately laughing and shaking her head.</p>
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<p>“Am I cute?” the new skunk asked.</p>
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<p>“Adorable, but that is not quite the direction we want to be. You look closer to a teddy bear.”</p>
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<p>She rolled her eyes, then quit.</p>
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<p>“Let us try this. You will need to work fairly quickly to avoid the hit in reputation. Fork once, and then that fork will continue to look as you do now, while you work progressively on each of those steps.” When True Name did so, Praiseworthy nodded. “First, rounder ears.”</p>
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<p>The new fork perked up when her down-tree instance forked and quit, the new instance having slightly rounder ears. She nodded, smiling.</p>
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<p>“Excellent. Now the whiskers. Great. Cheeks? And…eyes. Fantastic.” Praise worthy smiled after all the forking had been completed, then nodded to the first of the new instances, who quit.</p>
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<p>The option for a rush of memories was provided to True Name, who, on a whim, accepted it, now remembering what it had looked like from the outside as her face had grown…well, cuter. It had worked well.</p>
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<p>The two skunks worked through a short laundry list of changes, True Name growing an inch or so taller, her shoulders becoming somewhat flatter without getting broader, her back straighter.</p>
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<p>One last time, she forked to get a good look at herself to compare with what she remembered from before the process.</p>
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<p>She was, indeed, cuter, but this was tempered by a more conventionally attractive body type, staying shy of being both adorable and overtly attractive. This somehow combined into a look that was more professional. It made her look, she realized, like a public figure.</p>
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<p>“Oh, this is delightful.”</p>
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<p>Praiseworthy beamed. “I am glad that you enjoy.”</p>
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<p>Page generated on 2023-05-10</p>
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